two2tardis
Two2TARDIS, Ph.D.
two2tardis

Hang in there. The baby thing cycles - and it’s the WORST. I had a miscarriage last year, and Mr.TARDIS wants another baby in the worst way. WE ARE 44 YEARS OLD. NO. We actually had to leave a dinner party early recently because he lashed out at me due to the fact that he couldn’t handle being around two infants, a

I got fucked harder at my last job (admin at a state university) than I’ve ever been fucked before, and after I spent 30 days in a hostile work environment that included a closet-sized office and 98% of faculty and staff afraid to even speak to me in fear of losing their own jobs I had to endure months of an EEOC

Mr.TARDIS saw it last night. I’m a linguist and asked how it was, and was met with “I can’t tell you anything or I’ll spoil it but the story really, really sucked.” His bestie fell asleep about 10 minutes in, and when he woke up declared, “Well, THAT was a a $12 nap!” I guess I’ll wait for it to hit Blu-ray...

I finished Coven on Thursday. Loved it. <3

Binged all of “Stranger Things” today, and watched “I Am the Pretty Thing that Lives in the House” tonight. Tomorrow I will start on “The Crown.” Feeling a bit better after a week and a half of straight sobbing.

I’ve found CBD for Life Pure brand CBD Face Cream, which is cannabis oil-based lotion. It’s supposedly 95% derived from cannabis oil, which is also an anti-inflammatory. It’s gotten rid of my eye puffiness, and I’ve had two colleagues ask me what I’ve been doing because my face is so bright and glowing. I got it in my

Bone broth. It’s finally getting cool enough to make and drink.

Much love to you - keep fighting the good fight. Extra hugs for your tummy, which I’m sure is in perpetual knots.

And from the look on Pence’s face, he TOTALLY knows it. He’s like the cat that ate the fucking canary, that one.

And if not, the shitty-assed healthcare resulting from this botched abortion of an election will hopefully draw out their suffering.

Come to Florida. I can’t get a TJ’s employee to make eye contact until I hit the register. I asked the deli-stand guy for soup bones, and he smiled ... HARD, like a Stepford Wife. Completely soulless and unnerving, and it lingered (with a direct stare right into my eyes) waaay too long as he told me he didn’t think

I love this story so much. <3

Same. With an intense passion. I don’t care what it does to my gut, it is glorious.

I was on a date with an adorable guy 10 years my junior, and wound up at a chain restaurant. We sit outside drinking margaritas in the middle of the summer, and he makes me laugh so hard I whack my head on a pole. Funny, pretty sexy, and at the end of dinner he starts letting on about his amazing sexual prowess while

I’m a hard Kinsey 2 (and maybe more like a 4 after a bottle of Malbec), but I would be the meat in a Momoa-Bonet sammich IN A HOT FUCKING MINUTE. Dear god in heaven.

Some of the best sex I’ve ever had in my life was with someone who (much later) gleefully tweeted about attending the RNC and probably would’ve fellated Romney if he had the chance (I’m guessing he’s probably a Trump-lover, but I purposefully lost contact with him for obvious reasons). Even with the possibility of

I see you’re facing the wrong way!

Good point. The dancing one. ;)

But what about the Latino-spanics? Surely they matter!

Trump certainly rejiggered those answers bigly.